It’s common to flinch after any loud, sudden sound. Stray Kids knows a thing or two about living with crash and clatter; after all, their discography is constantly lambasted for being boisterous, rowdy. …
As I stare at my whopping GCash balance of PHP 00.00, I wonder if I can still afford to be a good friend.
I’m tired of writing essays that are littered with “before COVID-19,” but it’s difficult to not cling to who I was before all this. …
For the average college student living away from home, the ideal meal is as low-cost and low-effort as possible. Take-out is practically a luxury. Instant noodles and canned goods are more familiar sights, proving to be a staple “meal” for constantly on-the-go and self-proclaimed “broke” college students around the world.
Content warning: This piece contains mentions of sexual harassment and rape allegations.
In freshman year EnLit class, my professor gave us Claire Dereder’s What Do We Do with the Art of Monstrous Men? as a required reading.
At the time, I had no relationship with the piece; it made little to no sense to me yet. I can barely even remember the…
Content warning: This piece contains instances of animal death.
To give a stray cat a name is the second most grievous mistake one can make.
The first mistake, of course, would be to feed that stray from your hand; this one was my fault. It had wandered into our house on accident — when all the doors were wide…
“Should I be joking at a time like this?” Bo asks in one of the first few numbers in Inside. There’s no audience, so he hits a device that plays recorded laughter in response to the punchline. …
The real déjà vu induced by Olivia Rodrigo’s debut album SOUR isn’t the car rides to Malibu or the reruns of Glee; it’s the all-too familiar feeling of teenage heartbreak. And for that reason, I must admit: SOUR isn’t for me.
The album is quintessentially a mishmash of Olivia’s pop…
Cross-posted from my old WordPress blog. Written and published in July 2019.
My mother used to say that if it ever flooded in Lipa, then Manila must be underwater.
The geography of it was that we lived in a city on higher ground, approximately 1,024 feet high — we were…
There is no sun shining outside Rosalie’s* window when she wakes up.
Though no one else in the household will be up for two more hours, she insists that there are merits in beating dawn. By starting her day early, Rosalie is able to accomplish all her chores before breakfast.
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